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By Brent Hoad, Stephen Phillips, Norman Dahlor & Ian Byrne / Lyrics by Brent Hoad © Elders Pub Music 2011

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Now Billy was a blacksmith and a terror of the saints
A rogue among the idle, but he made no complaints
One midnight in a tavern, he gave a reckless vow
If he only had a fortune, he’d be pullin’ Satan’s plow

A hoof beneath his trousers, those telltale signs
Dressed up like a lawyer, drinkin’ red wine
He’d taken up that bargain, but this devil could be had
Forever chained and shackled with a hammer in his hand

Seven years the Devil seven years the man
Seven days counting to work his plan
Nine lucky numbers one soul to save
And send the old boy back to his grave

With a few shots inside ‘em, they finally struck a deal
A gift of girls and money eternity was sealed
When our Billy found his booty old Scratch had disappeared
Not knowing it was the end of his brilliant career

Seven years the Devil seven years the man
Seven days counting to work his plan
Nine lucky numbers one soul to save
And send the old boy back to his grave

He moved on to his finery and sunshiny friends
They were all too glad to have a wad of cash to spend
His door was always open his wallet always wide
With a fair maid or two on the side

In less than half of seven years the money was all spent
The evil one he doubled down he wasn’t yet content
Billy said you’re on my man and the Devil began to pound
And to that magic anvil that demon was … forever bound

Seven years the Devil seven years the man
Seven days counting to work his plan
Nine lucky numbers one soul to save
And send the old boy back to his grave